Thursday, September 25, 2014

Thursday Morning Hangover

You see that guy up there, rocking
the ugly 1987 orange mesh jersey, wearing the same #22 eViL G wore while
winning back-to-back District 3-3A triple jump championships at legendary track
and field powerhouse Bishop Kenny High School?

You see him?

That guy knows a shitty
quarterback when he sees one.That’s why
he’s not smiling.

He had the misfortune of playing
with some of the worst signal callers in UF history…Kyle Morris, Donald
Douglas, some guy named Lex Smith.

Oh, he knows.

He even had an offensive
coordinator who thought it was a great idea to use him as a decoy.

He knows shitty coaching too.

So who can blame him for blasting
our coaching staff for continuing to play Jeff Driskel?

If you had a dollar for every
Gator fan who agreed with Emmitt, you’d have more than enough cheese to buy out
Nick Saban and Kevin Sumlin’s respective contracts, with enough money left over
to cover Aretha Franklin’s food budget for a couple months.

Gator Nation is frustrated.We’re frustrated because our coach is either
too stubborn or too stupid to see what the rest of world sees.Stevie Wonder can see it.